Mrs. Herd's eyes grew warm, and she nodded.
Indeed, they couldn't squander any more time. How many years did they still have left to waste?
Today's events had taught her one thing: life and death could be determined in just a second. Who knew what might happen tomorrow?
If she truly were to die tomorrow, at least she would have become the wife of the man she loved most, instead of dying still carrying the title of Mrs. Herd, a title she despised.
Before handling the procedures, Director Oscar washed his hands and dried them carefully. If he had perfume nearby, he would have gladly used it too.
This needed to be solemn—extremely solemn…
Watching Miles Martin fill out the form with the pen in his hand, Director Oscar's heart was practically bursting with excitement. He felt like belting out a song on the spot. Who else could boast of the honor, the privilege, of overseeing Mr. President's marriage certificate?
